Cause baby you're just the type, I can stay up and talk to all night

When we met we kissed each other,
But when he went away, we did not even wave.

I guess I failed. I'm just another girl. I'm not the person I once was, I'm not the girl he thought he knew.

It's okay. There's no point justifying myself or trying to cover up my choices. Doesn't matter how you look at me, how you think of me. It can't be any lower than how I see myself.